"Really?" Kefka asked, feigning surprise. "How many of us have you talked to? It seems like all you out-of-towners do is keep to yourself. How positively cold! And after all we've done... Tsk, tsk." He shook his head.

Kefka brought a hand to his chin, lightly tapping a finger against his jaw as he thought to himself. "Let's see... Maybe a few. One or two, three or four, as many disappearances as there are, I've lost count. As for myself, I might have a few talents, but let's just keep that our little secret, hm? Wouldn't want anyone else to overhear and get too curious, would we?"